If any woman, wrong'd by this lewd fellow,
(As I have heard him fwear himself, there's one
Whom he begot with child) let her appear,
And he fhall marry her; the nuptial finish'd,
Let him be whipt and hang'd.
Lucio. I beseech your highness, do not marry me to a whore: your highness said even now, I made you a duke; good my lord, do not recompence me, in making me a cuckold.
Duke. Upon mine honour, thou fhalt marry her: Thy flanders I forgive, and therewithal
Remit thy other forfeits; take him to prison:
And see our pleasure herein executed.
Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is preffing to death; whipping and hanging.
Duke. Şland'ring a prince deferves it.
She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look, you restore,
Joy to you, Mariana: love her, Angelo:
I have confefs'd her, and I know her virtue.
Thanks, good friend Efcalus, for thy much goodness:
There's more behind, that is more gratulate.
Thanks, Provost, for thy care and secrefie;
We fhall imploy thee in a worthier place:
Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home
The head of Ragozine for Claudio's;
Th' offence pardons itself. Dear Isabel,
I have a motion much imports your good,
Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline,
What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine:
So bring us to our palace, where we'll show
What's yet behind, that's meet You all fhould know.
The End of the First Volume.